Loki (and the Avengers) at the bowling alley

The next chapter will probably come out in two weeks, it's vacation time~

Otherwise today's program will have bowling and a first for me (which stresses me to death but no pressure if it doesn't work I'll just disappear from the internet).


As soon as he woke up, Loki looked to see if he had received any answers to his job applications. Only one notification awaited him. He looked at the profile of his possible future employee. A woman, answering on behalf of Anna and the webdesigner's advertisement.

The god growled as he pulled himself out of bed. He hoped for many more answers. It was as if the common of the mortals did not want to work for the man who had almost destroyed their city. Unbelievable. These humans were really living in the past. Okay, one time... Maybe twice... Well... If he hadn't been stopped, he might have tried to destroyed New-York a third time but let's assume that he didn't and let's say only twice.

Only twice, he had made fairly direct attempts on their quiet little lives. But that was a long time ago! It was... More than a year, more than enough to not hold a grudge against him anymore. After all, he had had to attend some hellish meetings because of it.

Today he had even moved on. Almost moved on, to be more exact. Bad habits have a hard time in this world, even for the gods. And that god always had a little trouble changing his little habits. Especially the donut/coffee at breakfast. Loki dressed himself with a magical snap of his finger and left his room for the living room of the Tower.

The rest of its residents had become accustomed to seeing him on a daily basis and no longer paid any attention to him. This was a godsend for Loki, who could live his life as a self-entrepreneur in the making without being bothered by anyone.

Loki walked through the sliding door into the living room and saw a brown teenager. Hmm. There was someone who could bothered him. The god discreetly faded away to reach the bar without being stopped by an overexcited Peter. He settled down quietly, coffee and phone in hand while Spider-Man had a lively conversation with a Steve reading the newspaper, a Clint who was probably sleeping behind his sunglasses, and a Tony with strangely tired eyes.

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"Come on! It's awesome!"

Loki quietly drank the end of his cup without paying attention to the young hero who had been making propaganda for bowling since he had arrived. Let someone else give him the attention he was asking for, he had other things to do. Finding out who Anna really was, for example. He had a strange feeling.

"What do we bet for the losers?" suddenly suggested the archer who woke up smelling the donuts Loki had eaten.

The ear of the asgardien suddenly became more attentive. Any bets? Interesting. The proposals of the Avengers were a distressingly mundane but if he added a personal touch, it would quickly become more spicy.

"Thor, are you coming?"

"Of course!" exclaimed the god who had returned from an air patrol a few moments earlier.

Obviously! The blond guy wasn't going to miss an opportunity to take on Bruce, well, Hulk. He was a formidable opponent in bowling.

A spark ignited in Loki's eyes as he finally put his empty cup back on the table. If his brother came it was the perfect opportunity to beat him and force him to do what he wanted under cover of a bet. The god put a hand on his chin with a mischievous look on his face. It was very interesting. His phone turned on for a moment. Loki looked at the screen with a disinterested look. A new notification which concerned the famous Anna. The asgardien put his phone in his pocket without going further, he would have time to look at it after having laminated Thor in a bowling game. He suddenly frowned. Maybe we should know what it took to win in this game? Well, his instincts didn't need that kind of information.

However, because his instinct still appreciated more details, Loki took advantage of the trip and found out more on the internet.

He noted that all the pins had to be knocked down in one go. It was therefore sufficient to aim at the first pin. Easy when you've been through military training with a lot of precision exercises and, of course, you've mastered magic.

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"Tony... Have you privatized the bowling alley?" asked Black Widow as she looked at the lanes, all empty.

"No, I bought it."

"... Why did you buy it?"

"You never know, it might be useful."

"But no one has ever said that," says Clint, staring at him. "Bowling? Useful? It's fun but it's not... Useful."

"I'll take this lane," Peter said cheerfully.

"Finally someone who appreciates my choices at their true value! You see," said Tony looking at his team, "that's how you should be."

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"Strike! Yeah!"

Loki smiles softly in front of Peter's radiant face. He conveyed an ever-communicative joy. The young man ran a hand through his hair as he looked at his already impressive score.

"It's your turn, Mr. Loki."

"You can simply call me Loki."

"Yes, sir," Peter replied, sitting down.

In the background, the other Avengers were also playing. Clint was playing alone on a track. No one wanted to play against him because of course he never missed. Strikes were piling up next to his name. The archer, with a smoothie in his hand and a straw in his mouth, threw a new ball that knocked down all the pins.

"Hey Nat! Guess what, I made a strike," he said to the redhead who was playing with Bruce and Thor on the next lane.

The spy raised an eyebrow as she looked at him and threw in her turn. All the pins fell and she smiled at her partner.

"Nothing incredible," she replied.

"It's depressing playing with you," sighed the scientist as he watched his last shot go straight down the gutter.

Bruce looked up with a contrite look at his score. He wasn't really good at this game. Thor put one arm on his shoulders and smiled. He wasn't really good at it either - it seemed like brute force wasn't enough - but he was delighted with the few small points he had over the scientist.

Clint turned his back to the track and threw without even looking under the admiring gaze of Peter who tried to reproduce the archer's feat. Failure of course. His spidey-sense was useless in this kind of situation and therefore perfectly incomparable with the aiming talent of the SHIELD agent. This did not prevent him from trying a second time in the next round.

On a track further on, Steve had proposed to his best friend to join the little impromptu outing.

"Strike," announced the winter soldier as he left the track to sit down.

"And you're still ahead," Steve noted looking at the scoreboard.

Tony suddenly approached them.

"Hey Steve, remember that fairground story?"

"Fairground?"

"I told you we'd talk about it again, you could make the effort to remember it... Anyway, you know when..."

The billionaire made a fuzzy hand gesture as he pointed to Loki, who smiled as he saw that he was well ahead of his brother.

"That thing demolished one of my cars."

"Oh yes indeed we were at the fairground because..."

"Because he's very good at the balloon stand. I know. But why would he... Why is he good at that, too?"

"We spend most of our free time playing. Bowling, billiards or in the fairground stands."

"Do you? I never would have believed it."

"What?" said Bucky. "A former murderer isn't allowed to earn cuddly toys by shooting sawed-off guns?"

"That pretty much sums it up," Tony confirmed. "Good point."

"I'm extremely good at bingo," said in all seriousness the winter soldier.

Steve nodded his head.

"You... "

Tony took a moment to assimilate the news.

"You play bingo? No but what's next, Sunday lunchtime Scrabble game with grandparents?

"It's true that we play regularly with Harriet," confided Cap'tain America.

"She's very talented."

"Help," moans the philanthropist before leaving backwards.

"And Geraldine, dreadful Geraldine. She follows the words that enter the authorized vocabulary in a game. She is always one step ahead."

"It's okay, he's too far away to hear us," says the brown.

The two soldiers banged their fists against each other with laughter. No, they did not meet Geraldine twice a week for a frenzied game of Scrabble. It was just for the pleasure of seeing Tony's face in front of such an unlikely revelation. Concerning the bingo on the other hand... Bucky became very competitive when he participated and was interested in the reward. Sometimes a little too much; the former Hydra member could boast of being banned from several bingo halls in the city and even in other states.

Peter, on the other hand, had just missed his third shot and was on the verge of depression. Yes, a bowling loss is hard to manage. Tony immediately forgot the strange anecdotes of the two fossils and returned to his role as a compassionate mentor.

"It's not so bad," he said, offering comfort. "Your score is pretty high."

"But Mr. Loki is standing in front of me even though he had never bowled before!"

Tony turned his head to the god who was about to throw. Loki stopped dead in his tracks, his arm outstretched, to stare at the superhero.

"What?" he said, lowering his arm.

Tony moved sharply towards him.

"Hey, alien, you could let the kid win."

Loki rolled his eyes and let go of the ball which rolled slowly and fell into the gutter.

"Oh damn, I missed," he said in a voice so full of irony that almost made Tony laugh.

Behind the men's backs a poorly concealed scream of joy could be heard. They turned their heads to see a Spider-Man in victory posture.

"Are you all right, Peter?"

"Huh?"

The teenager put his hands behind his back and looked serious.

"Yes, yes, everything is fine. No problem," he smiled, but still stamping his feet at Loki's score, which hadn't moved.

The young hero suddenly takes his phone out of his pocket and his face decomposes in an instant.

"Oh."

He put his cell phone away, looking suddenly serious.

"I have to go now."

"Homework to hand in?"

"No, a radioactive Russian woman," Peter said before leaving, retrieving his backpack.

"Did he say "a radioactive Russian"?"

"That's what I heard," Loki whispered before getting ready to launch again.

Peter wasn't there anymore, that wasn't going to stop him from kicking his brother's ass. Tony in the corner had taken his phone out to see if any big bad guys had attacked Queens recently. All he came across was an article with a blurry picture of a girl named Meltdown*.

"Who's that?" mumbled Tony as he detailed the photo more carefully.

He squinted as he reflected. He didn't remember ever hearing of her. The billionaire looked up from his phone for a moment.

"Hey, that's cheating," he shouted.

"What now?" Loki grumbled.

"You're out of line!"

The god lowered his eyes to his feet, which were indeed biting down on the line.

"And you don't even have the right shoes," Iron Man realized.

"I wasn't going to put on those..."

The brown remained fixed in front of the bowling shoes.

"It's really despicable," he finally said with a disgusted expression. "Mine are much better."

And for good reason, the brown man still wore his famous flying shoes.

"You're exaggerating," said Clint, who was resting after another perfect score.

The archer raised one foot in the air as he sank into his armchair and contemplated the bright colors of his shoe.

"Mine are stylish."

Natasha slowly shook her head to deny what her teammate was saying. Loki, on his side, decided to levitate and went a little further down the track.

"It was even worse than before," grumbled Tony as he watched.

"I didn't go over the line."

"You're flying right over it. That's cheating."

"On Asgard," Loki began.

"Yes all right, we know it's nonsense on your planet but here we are on Earth!"

"One point for Tony," Natasha shouted as she walked away to order a drink.

After a heated exchange on the ban on flying shoes during a bowling game, the rest of the day went without major hiccups. And to Thor's disappointment, the Hulk made no appearance.

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Loki had to admit, he was more used to walking around Manhattan than Queens. Yet it was in a café in Forest Hills that he had made an appointment with the webdesigner. The god had already been settled for a few minutes when his appointment finally arrived.

"I could feel that something was wrong with this story," he mumbled, crossing his arms.

A tall blonde woman, dressed in shades of green and gold, sits in front of him smiling. She took off her sunglasses, tinting her many gold bracelets around her wrists, and unveiled a look as green as that of her corset. Loki raised an eyebrow in front of her outfit, not really ideal to go unnoticed according to him. The god had become accustomed to the customs and styles of earthly dress and blended in much better than when he arrived.

"It had been a long time, Loki. Have you ordered yet?"

"What are you doing on Midgard? Your existence is not supposed to be a secret here?" asked Loki without answering his question.

"Neither is yours, Mr. Manhattan. Waiter! A latte please. Loki?"

The god sighed.

"An espresso," he finally says.

The blonde moved her head.

"Such a sad choice."

"Why did you answer my ad?"

"Because I'm a webdesigner?"

"It doesn't make sense."

"No more than you as a self-employed entrepreneur and yet... Here we are both sitting around a coffee."

The blonde squinted her eyes.

"It takes a long time for this coffee to arrive."

"You're still as impatient as ever, Am..."

"My name is Anna on Midgard," she cut away, giving him a disappointed look. "You could make the effort to respect my secret identity."

Loki frowned and opened his mouth when a car drove by on the street.

"Watch out," Spider-Man shouted as he stopped the car with his webs.

Aghast, the god followed him with his eyes.

"Do you know him?" asked the webdesigner.

"You could say that."

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Peter threw a final web to ensure the car's stability and leapt against a building to gain height over his opponent.

"If you could stop attacking civilians it would be really good!" he shouted to the masked woman who approached him quietly.

She was wearing a green outfit, resolutely adapted to its radioactive power.

"Me?" she said in a voice slightly distorted by her mask. "Excuse me, but I've never seen anyone do such a thing. On the other hand I saw you behind flying cars. Isn't that strange? On these pictures you could even believe that it's you who uses them to destroy the city. JJ would love to see these pictures. I should send him..."

Peter gave her a desperate look under his mask.

"How can people think you're a superhero?"

"But because I am," she answered, smiling coldly under her mask. "And because people are gullible... I'm a heroine trying to stop the spider from destroying an entire neighborhood. Now get off your perch, wimp!"

Peter took his hands off the windows of the building he had taken refuge in.

"I have to get him away from the people," he muttered in his mask.

"My patience is running out Spider-Boy. And I don't really want to waste my time with you."

"Man! It's Spider-Man! And with a dash," he added after a short silence. "No because sometimes people forget the dash."

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In the distance, Loki, who was levitating several meters from the ground - yes, he never left his shoes, he had done well to make several pairs -, observed the young hero leaping towards Flushing Meadows, the woman wearing a mask sticking to him. Spider-Man quickly disappeared in a sharp turn and the god remained for a moment in the air, wondering what was going on.

For his part, Peter was swinging between the buildings, thinking at full speed. The park is already open to the public. However, the zoo would soon open its doors and the spider was counting on this attraction to gather as many people as possible in the northern part of the park. It would thus have the south and the two lakes available. Peter had grown up in this neighborhood and had often walked near these lakes. He would have, or at least he hoped he would, the advantage of the terrain. This would not be too much to manage Meltdown, especially since she seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today.

With one last web, Peter left the streets and plunged straight into the greenery. He came dangerously close to the ground and touched it with his fingertips for a moment before regaining some height among the trees. The super villain was still following him, only a few meters away from him.

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Near the café, Loki started his descent. Anna looked at him, head up and hands on her hips.

"We were having a conversation!"

The brown ignored her royally and landed on the ground.

"Am I at least hired?" asked the blonde, camping out in front of him.

He pouting. He didn't really have a choice anyway, she was the only candidate.

"We'll say that. I'll get back to you," he said as he left.


They are generally good at bowling, I counted a lot of strikes.

Overall bowling exit ranking :

1st: Clint, with a perfect score of 300 in each game.

2nd: Nathasa, tied with Bucky

4th: Loki, subsequently relegated to last place due to proven cheating

5th : Steve

6th : Tony, who would have taken the fifth place if he had not let Peter win

7th : Thor

8th : Bruce

9th : Peter, put out of the race for heroic reason

*Misha (or Meltdown under her super villain identity) is an OC belonging to Rorokonaa, an absolutely incredible French artist (check out what she's doing on her Instagram account to see what Misha looks like but mostly because her drawing style is just *-*) who adorably allowed me to use it :)

If you pass by Roro, you're amazing! (luckily Misha didn't kill Peter here *glups*)

It's the first time I use an OC that doesn't belong to me I'm ... (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻